Chapter 76: Feeling Wronged Always Requires a Little One

Yu Wu stood alone in the dimly lit living room, lost in a mess, unable to suppress the boiling clamor.

She turned around and took a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator, gulped it down, and it took her a while to calm down the irritation.

She went back to Chengyi's bedroom, climbed into bed, and had only been lying down for a short while when Chengyi called her on video.

Are you sick in the head?

Yu Wu refused outright.

He came again.

Yu Wu refused again, sending a message: 【You're crazy.】

He replied: 【Good night.】

Yu Wu's breathing was a little heavy. She stared at her phone screen for a long time before reluctantly putting it down.

I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, always on edge, feeling like he might push open that door at any moment and pull me into his warm embrace.

...

Early the next morning, he went into the dressing room to find some clothes. He made very little noise, but Yu Wu still found it annoying, so she covered her head with the blanket and tried to sleep as fast as she could.

—Actually, I can't fall asleep at all.

A moment later, his soft but firm footsteps approached the bedside and stopped.

Yu Wu's entire body tensed up, and she breathed very subtly.

"Where are you planning to go today?" A deep, captivating voice echoed throughout the room.

"Just wander around the city," Yu Wu replied in a muffled voice.

"Shall we have lunch together?"

Yu Wu lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "No need."

He pulled back the covers, revealing her clean, small face. His voice was deep and chuckled as he said, "I'll come pick you up then." After saying that, he planted a burning kiss on her face, brooking no refusal, and then turned and left.

The door clicked shut, and Yu Wu's heart pounded. She glanced at the time; it was only 6:30.

She lost all desire to continue sleeping and simply got up to wash up and eat breakfast.

......

When she went to the living room, Cheng Yi had already left, and there was breakfast he had left in the refrigerator.

Yu Wu heated up her food in the microwave, finished eating, changed her clothes, and then wandered aimlessly around the city.

At seven in the morning, Dublin was still shrouded in indigo mist. The cobblestone streets gleamed from the previous night's drizzle, and the newsstands on the street corners were lit with warm yellow lights, their windows already adorned with festive Christmas decorations.

After walking for a while, feeling a bit tired, Yu Wu casually pushed open the door of a coffee shop, and the unique aroma of coffee wafted towards her. Holding a cup of hot coffee in both hands, she stared blankly out the window at the red double-decker buses slowly passing by and the hurried pedestrians.

Her phone rang, and she answered it.

"I'll come pick you up." A deep male voice pierced her ears, and before she could say anything, he hung up.

Overwhelmed by an inexplicable joy, she let her mind wander. She lowered her head to drink her coffee, and the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up slightly.

......

Yu Wu waited for a short while before he arrived.

He was dressed quite smartly today, looking handsome and imposing at first glance. The car was parked by the street, and he casually leaned back in the driver's seat, rolled down the window, and, with a slant of his attractive eyes, met her gaze through the coffee shop glass.

Yu Wu flashed her standard smile, remaining unmoved, the meaning clear: Get out of the car and pick me up.

Cheng Yi glanced at her with a half-smile, lazily knocked out a cigarette, rested his hand on the windowsill with an air of superiority, and slightly lifted his eyelids to scrutinize her. He appeared relaxed, yet every word he uttered betrayed his dominance and oppressive presence at that moment.

This guy's car and face are so eye-catching that passersby keep looking at him, and even after they've walked away, they'll still twist their bodies to take a few more glances.

The two faced off.

Finally, Yuwu couldn't hold back any longer; she was truly hungry.

She got into the car and glared at him angrily.

Cheng Yi's lips curled up, exuding a relaxed, roguish charm as he started the engine and began driving.

There was a faint smell of smoke inside the car, not too pungent. But Yu Wu still wrinkled her nose and complained, "Annoying."

It's both annoying and addictive.

He glanced at him sideways and lowered all four glass windows.

......

Cheng Yi took Yu Wu to a Georgian restaurant with brass-carved door frames.

The restaurant was lit by warm brass wall lamps, and waiters in charcoal gray custom suits smiled and led them to their seats.

The two walked side by side to their seats, their hands brushing against each other, sending a tingling electric current through them.

It looks like it could be seized at any moment.

That slight itch, like ants gnawing at my heart, spread uncontrollably and became a plague.

Yu Wu glanced at the tall man beside her, her heart pounding uncontrollably.

...

Upon reaching her seat, Yuwu wiped her fingertips with a warm lemongrass towel, then took off her coat, revealing a long dress that perfectly hugged her body's curves.

Sure enough, Cheng Yi's gaze swept over that narrow, soft waist, his eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and then he looked away without making a sound.

The warm, hazy light caressed the two people's delicate features. In the corner of the restaurant, a pianist played a soothing Irish folk song. The melodious tune clattered against the tableware, immersing everyone in a relaxed atmosphere.

Cheng Yi exchanged the steak he had cut with Yu Wu's before starting to prepare his own.

Yu Wu glanced at his superior bone structure as he lowered his eyelashes, took a sip of lemonade, and asked, "How did you end up in Ireland?"

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow, then quickly lowered it again, and said indifferently, "Ireland has one of the lowest corporate tax rates in the EU, and we have a branch here."

"Oh." Yu Wu took a bite of her steak, chewed slowly, and asked casually, "Are you going to work this afternoon?"

"Do you want me to go?" He stared straight at me.

No, I want you to keep me company. Yu Wu threw the question back at me: "Are you free?"

Cheng Yi hummed in agreement, "I miss you a lot when I'm at work."

The noise around her seemed to fade away, and at this moment she could only hear the thunderous beating of her own heart. Her breathing was a little rapid, but she tried to control herself.

His gaze was direct and savage, brooking no argument as he slowly uttered a definitive statement: "You're thinking of me too."

Soothing piano music flowed through her mind. She pursed her lips in acknowledgment, then mustered her courage to ask, "What are you thinking?" As she finished speaking, she couldn't help but lightly poke at the steak on her plate with her fork.

Cheng Yi subtly curled the corners of his lips, but did not answer. He lowered his head and took a sip of wine, looking like a shameless scoundrel who deserved a beating, revealing two blatant words.

--you guess.

Yu Wu lowered her head in frustration.

I shouldn't have been so eager to ask him.

......

After finishing their meal, Cheng Yi didn't leave, but instead accompanied her on a aimless stroll.

The two initially walked one after the other, but gradually came to walk side by side. They spoke very little, both seemingly competing with each other.

Walking down the bustling street, the back of her hand brushed against him again unintentionally. Yu Wu felt a little cold and was about to put her hand in her pocket when he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers.

Her heart skipped a beat, her whole heart was enveloped by his warm palm, and she almost couldn't breathe.

A cold wind swept over her, causing her slightly wavy long hair to flutter in the wind. She glanced at his calm and handsome profile, trying hard to control herself.

Here we go again.

He flirted with her in a seemingly ambiguous way.

Where did you learn these flirting techniques?

The two didn't speak, but their hands were clasped tightly, and they walked side by side with perfect understanding.

...

Inside the ice cream shop.

Cheng Yi went to the restroom, while Yu Wu sat at her table, munching on her ice cream.

A local man came over and complimented Yu Wu on her beauty in English, asking if he could have her contact information.

Just then, Cheng Yi walked over and witnessed this scene, then sat down with a half-smile.

A local foreigner asked the man, "Is this your boyfriend?"

Cheng Yi replied in a very low-pitched English: No, I am her cousin.

Yu Wu: "..."

Yu Wu glared at Cheng Yi, who even started slowly eating his ice cream. Yu Wu was furious, but holding her breath, she smiled and gave him her social media account in front of Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi glanced at her meaningfully, his calm and composed demeanor seemingly amusing.

...

They weren't holding hands when they came out of the ice cream shop.

Passing by a small bar, Yu Wu pushed open the door and went in. After drinking a few glasses of Jameson, she looked at the man beside her and said sullenly, "I don't like the way we interact."

He always made her feel like he was just out of reach, like she was about to grab him, but she would only miss him the next second.

Cheng Yi's dark pupils were calm and deep. His fingertips slid across the beer glass, and he gave a lazy, indifferent "hmm."

Yu Wu was even more annoyed by his calm and unmoved attitude, and drank in silence.

When Yu Wu got home, she was already drunk. She slumped weakly on the sofa, her vision unfocused, her eyelashes curled, her eyes moist, her face innocent and aggrieved.

"...I hate you."

Cheng Yi could calmly glance at her at first, but then he noticed her increasingly moist eyes, her slightly unsteady breathing, and her opening her mouth but unable to make a sound. After a long while, his voice became muffled and hoarse.

"...It's you who pushes me away every time."

His heavy, humid breath brushed against her face, and she met his dark, deep pupils. She blinked dazedly and paused for a moment.

Cheng Yi let out a sigh of relief; the thirst seeping into his bones tormented him day and night. He reached out his fingertips and gently touched her cheek to comfort her, repeating, "You pushed me away first."

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

......

Cheng Yi gave Yu Wu a bath, carried her to bed, and covered her with a blanket.

He pursed his lips, his dark pupils fixed on her. Ever since they first met, whenever Yu Wu began to back down, he was always the one abandoned and left behind. He didn't want to endure that despairing pain of having his burning heart shattered again.

Sincerity should not be cheap.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his cheek pressed against Yu Wu's palm, and couldn't help but rub against it affectionately.

"You should touch me more," he muttered to himself.

Yu Wu opened her eyes groggily, her heart aching at Cheng Yi's humble and pleading appearance. She gently stroked his delicate skin with her fingertips, soothing him slowly, her voice soft and sweet: "Xiao Yi, you have to be good."

Cheng Yi gave a muffled "hmm," his eyes reddening and glistening with tears. He rubbed his face against her palm, his breath coming in rapid gasps, as if it wasn't enough. In the darkness, his deep, magnetic voice slowly penetrated her ears.

"Kiss me, hug me, love me as I love you."

"Say you like Xiao Yi, love Xiao Yi, and can't live without Xiao Yi. You need me to cling to you all the time, and I'm totally sold on that."

...

Yuwu was already delirious at this point.

She had countless unspoken words in her heart, and in the end, all she could do was mutter in a low voice, her mind hazy: "I love Xiao Yi, I can't live without Xiao Yi."

With a sudden burst of strength, Yu Wu abruptly lifted herself up and hugged him, letting out a sob that sounded abrupt and choked out.

Unleashed desire could no longer conceal the base jealousy and yearning deep within Cheng Yi's bones. He propped himself up, his strong back muscles bulging, his desire to dominate her deeply intensified. He ignored her pleas, listening to her unsteady, suppressed, and turbulent breathing. With his forehead pressed against hers, he told her how much he had suffered lately, how wronged he had felt, how he had been driven mad by jealousy at seeing her and that other man together, how he felt like he was living a life worse than death every day.

Yuwu lost herself in the sudden storm, drifting aimlessly, unable to understand his ramblings. He forced her to cry, sobbing and unable to utter a single incoherent word.

Cheng Yi took a deep breath, paused slightly, kissed her forehead, and patiently taught her, word by word, to say that Xiao Yi was so good and that he loved Xiao Yi the most... Her obedient attitude warmed his heart, and he praised her for being so good, so cute, and for loving her so much...

In the end, only fierce silence remained. What they wanted to say and what they couldn't say, they poured out their hearts to each other in the scalding, life-or-death struggle.

Yu Wu felt weak all over, her delicate neck covered in sticky sweat, gently brushed against by warm, moist breath. Before her consciousness sank into the abyss, she felt a cool, unfamiliar liquid on her neck and heard a muffled, aggrieved murmur.

"...We can't push Xiao Yi away anymore."

That night, even though Yu Wu's mind was a complete mess, she remembered those words very clearly. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around his narrow waist and hugged him tightly. The two snuggled together for warmth, their hearts beating softly side by side, until very, very late.

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Author's Note: I love it when men cry [cat emoji][cat emoji]